Page 41 of Unraveling Rain
She rolls her hips against me, grinding against my painfully hard dick, and a groan rips out of my chest.
I kiss her deeper, harder, like I’m drowning and she’s the only air I’ll ever need.
God, I could lose myself in her.
I feel her hands scraping down my back, tugging at me, pulling me closer, and for a second—just a second—I almost forget where we are.
But I force myself to break the kiss.
I don’t want to have sex.
At least not yet.
Not here.
I press a few soft, desperate pecks to her swollen lips, then gently bite her bottom lip before finally letting her go.
She’s panting, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling in my arms.
“Fuck, you can kiss,” she says, breathing hard, one hand pressed to her chest.
“Aww, did I literally take your breath away?” I tease, leaning down to kiss her again. But she pushes me back with a splash.
I laugh, and she does too, the sound wild and free.
“Who’s the smartass now?” she taunts, raising a brow and splashing me again.
I grab her by her waist and carry her closer to the waterfall.
She pretends to squirm out of my grip, but she’s laughing too hard.
“Oh, baby, I can be whatever you want me to be,” I growl against her ear.
She freezes—just for a second.
Long enough for me to wonder if maybe I said too much.
If maybe, just maybe, I’m not the only one falling.
But then she grabs my face, drags me back to her, and kisses me like she needs me to survive.
And just when I think I could stay in this moment forever, Rain pulls back—her expression serious now, her hands framing my face.
“There’s something I want to tell you, Xander,” she says, her voice shaking just enough to make my heart stop.
But the words stall on her lips. Her mouth opens, then closes again, whatever she was about to say retreating behind a tight smile.
Instead of speaking, she leans back in and kisses me.
And just like that, the moment slips away—unspoken but not unnoticed.
We stay there, kissing under the cold spray of the waterfall, until our lips are raw and our fingertips are pruned.
For the first time in a long, long time, I send a prayer up to God:
Let this time in Azalea Creek pass slowly. Let Rain fall in love with me so that when it’s time to leave, she won’t be able to let me go.
Because I already know—I’m addicted.
